Rethink anew. Admit it raw.
Sitting within my fuse, are words that daunt.
Countlessly overused. Rolling off of my tongue.
Written bruise, burns right through,
pre-existing rage of which still proves me wrong.

Walls transfigure into echo chambers.
Stationary room of 4am vaults.
Working towards shame,
reaccepting faults.
It ringers profusely,
tonality screeched blue.
Smother my ways blurred,
by bitterness unsoothed.
Commerce creativity,
in what wasn’t abused.
Let rhythm rest,
as we moved. 𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.


I tried to forget you,
I tried to think anew.






© Aish